Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 415

Lysander set down his coffee cup, his fox-like eyes glinting with a trace of amusement as he regarded her calmly. “Give me fifteen days,” he said. “For these fifteen days, you have to stay by my side—always, within my sight. Once I’ve dealt with Cossio, we’ll go home, sign the divorce papers, and you’ll never have to see me again. I promise, I won’t bother you after that.”

“Fifteen days?” Mila frowned.

“That’s right.”

Lysander’s smile didn’t waver. “Cossio is a thorn in my side—and a real threat to the Montgomery family. As long as he’s still out there, neither of us will ever have peace.”

He paused, then added, “I came here for two reasons: to save you, and to put an end to him.”

“Fifteen days is enough.”

...

Mila knew all too well that Cossio was a danger to her. She had no desire to be dragged back to that manor and live every day in fear. Still, trusting Lysander was another matter entirely.

He’d lied to her too many times. How could she be sure he’d keep his word this time? He’d gone back on promises before.

Lysander seemed to sense her doubt. “I’ve thought it through. I’ve hurt you enough, and I know you don’t want to stay with me anymore. Dragging things out would only make us both miserable, so I’m letting you go. If you don’t believe me...I’ll swear it.”

He spoke without hesitation: “If I break my promise and don’t divorce you after fifteen days, may I never know peace as long as I live. Is that enough? Can you trust me one last time?”

Mila’s brow furrowed deeper. She’d never put much stock in these kinds of oaths—plenty of men in the world made dramatic promises, but how many of them were actually struck down for breaking them?

But what other choice did she have?

For once, Lysander was willing to talk things through. If he decided not to, she’d have no leverage at all. If he turned hostile, she might not even make it off this boat.

At that point, it wouldn’t matter whether she trusted him or not. In this moment, her only option seemed to be to accept—and get off this boat as soon as possible.

While she was still weighing her options, Lysander spoke again. “Don’t forget, your aunt’s still unconscious. Even if you went back now, there’s nothing you could do except wait—and you’d only be bringing danger with you. Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“...”

Mila took a deep breath. “Fine. But for these fifteen days, you have to keep your distance from me.”

“No can do.”

Just as Mila was about to lose her temper, Lysander grinned. “After these fifteen days, we’ll be finished for good. Honestly, that doesn’t sit well with me—so you owe me these last days. I’ll admit, if you really put your foot down, I probably wouldn’t force it...but anything else is off the table.”

Francis rolled his eyes. “Are you actually proud of that?”

Lysander didn’t bother responding.

Francis shrugged, leaning in. “But seriously, do you really think you can take down Cossio in fifteen days? Are you crazy, or am I?”

Everyone knew—even if the Cossio family had declined over the years, they were still old money, with roots stretching back centuries. A wounded lion is still a lion. And in this country, they wielded enormous influence. Fifteen days? Sounded like a bad joke.

Even his own family, rivals of Cossio for generations, didn’t have the resources to take them on outright. Francis wasn’t even in charge yet—he couldn’t rally his whole clan for this. Lysander’s real power base was back home; what he could do here was limited. A drawn-out fight, maybe he could handle. But end it in fifteen days?

“Besides,” Francis went on, “this isn’t how we planned things at all.”

Lysander set his napkin down, his tone mild. “At least I’ve bought us some time.”

Francis clapped him on the shoulder, opened his mouth, and after a long pause, only managed: “Man, you’re a real piece of work. Keep this up and she’s going to end up hating you for life. Honestly, you’re just asking for trouble.”

Lysander smiled. “I’ll be fine. Bad pennies always turn up.”

Francis just stared.